2002-02-09 Yeah, sometimes my job sucks, holding a baby while it dies, listening to it's mom cry for it. It makes it hard to get up the next morning and do it again, but, if I look into the eyes of an animal I save, I see the thanks of all those that I tried to save. I told Dr. Fuller that I wouldn't tech for Dr. Myers anymore. He's a great horse vet, but as far as small animals, he will never touch mine. He did something today that I found just mean, and if he insists on doing crap like that, then I won't be assisting him. Dr. C was in a good mood today, spending lots of time explaining things to me. Speaking of good moods, Dr. Fuller seems to have gotten over the mystery thing I said that hurt his feelings, because he has been nice to me, much like his old self. ::Shrugs:: He has worse moods than a woman. This part is a bit disgusting. I decided to look back today on the bodily fluids I have on me. Dog drool, dog pee, horse pee (which Dr. C found quite funny since I was holding the tail off of a sterile area, and couldn't really move away, or I would unsterilize everything), anal sacs, blood, and, last but not least, snot. Now..why do I love my job so much?... <-//->
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